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What a miserable author, 14 comments made by myself

Goodbye! The moon is as bright as jade, This is you appearing in front of me again. Shining with pure white light; And the light that shines on your beautiful face, Like a friend's depressed sorrow, It seemed like a call from her when parting. I listen again, your plaintive voice, The voice of your calling. I once wanted to leave for a long time, Your lonely and wandering figure, Congratulations to you with warm feelings, And let my poetry shine into the distance along with your light. But I couldn't get what I wanted, You wait, you call - And I was imprisoned. The struggle of my soul was in vain, I was bewildered by a strong feeling, Let me stay by your side-- You are the hometown of my soul! I often walk beside you, One wanders quietly and in vain, Still troubled and sad because of that mysterious hometown. How I love your pretty face, I love your soft face, And the silence at night; and that capricious tenderness, Your image is reflected on her body, She uses your spirit to train and grow, Just like you, she is gentle, melodious and low, Nothing can make her surrender like you. Oh, bye! Moon. I will never forget your beautiful face, I will forever, forever, Listen to your singing in the evening. My whole soul is filled with you, I want your tenderness, Your figure, your light, Your gloominess, and your delicate face, Bring it into the earth, into the vast desert country.

I would like to be a small fish, The small river in the mountains, On the winding road, Passing on the rocks... As long as my love, It is a clear rapid, In my playfulness, Gurgling happily. I would like to be a little bird, The vast land, In the lush mountain forest, Tweeting tactfully... As long as my love, It is a towering kapok, In my laughter, Hold up the clear sky. I would like to be a red flower, On steep rocks, That silent destruction, It doesn't make me depressed... As long as my love, It is a clear spring, Under my warmth, It brings cool comfort all year round. I would like to be a green evergreen, In the deep empty room, On the roof of the hut, Baptized by wind and rain... As long as my love, It is a row of towering Populus euphratica, In my climbing, Hold out your majestic chest. I would like to be snow-white clouds, In the vast sky, On the long road of life, Float gently... As long as my love, is a twinkling star, With my support, It looks brighter than the bright moon.

Who calls down the ladder to heaven at sunset, holds the catkins in his hand, turns around and smiles, and stands in front of the steps, always speechless and reluctant. Who can pity the hard-working Dongyang thin, but also because of the lack of spring, not as good as the hibiscus, a sense of seclusion is thick in the cold place, the good wind sings, and I look forward to returning home from the end of the world.

Dreams are the wings of butterflies, no matter how weak they are. As long as you keep flapping your wings, you can eventually fly across the sea and reach your ideal shore. No matter how humble your life is, as long as you have the support of dreams, you will have a clear sky.

Under the window facing the wind, I cut a piece of time with my jade hand and let the shadow of the candle sway. Sighing for a lifetime of separation, I listened to the sound of Bashan's night rain filling the autumn pond. Time passes quietly between fingers like quicksand. Looking back, the colorful youth no longer exists. The rebellion and beautiful wishes of my youth, I would like to use a colorful paintbrush to describe the fantastic life in your eyes. When we meet, it is better to get to know each other. Watch the talented man in long gown splash ink, and watch the beautiful lady in pink skirt make wonderful flowers with her pen. Play a song of Butterfly Lovers and write about half a lifetime of tenderness.

Sit at the desk, holding a good book and reading it carefully. Laugh at the various aspects of life and drink a cup of tea to reflect the vicissitudes of time. A few bold strokes of handwriting revealed a few pale words. Play a few strands of piano strings and plant a few green bamboos and lilies. Let yourself be comfortable in the depths of the jungle, and live a life where the white horse smiles in the breeze.

Because, I have to go to work during the day. Therefore, you can only use your mobile phone to code at your place of residence after you come back from get off work. Sometimes, I work all day during the day. People are not machines and need to rest. After all, a person's energy is limited, and I am no exception. Therefore, even in the easiest job. If you work for a long time in a day, it will inevitably feel tired every day. What's more, my job is not easy. Therefore, when I was writing on my mobile phone at night, I accidentally fell asleep while writing. Therefore, there was no update yesterday. There were two or three times in the past few days. There was no update that day, it was the same situation, there was no timely update. I'd like to apologize to everyone here, and please don't mind and understand me. As for the days when there was no timely update. I will stay up a few more nights when I have time, write a few more chapters, and update a few more chapters. Of course, this method of staying up late to write more words and save a few more chapters cannot be used often. After all, staying up late is very harmful to the body. Because I often stayed up late at work in my previous job, I once put my body through it. During those few years, my body was in an unhealthy state. Therefore, I had no choice but to resign and find a new job. Although the previous job was very good and the pay was good, sometimes I miss those colleagues in my heart. What I have said here is not to make excuses for not updating, nor is it to win everyone's sympathy. I just told the real situation. I would also like to ask everyone to read what I have written and give you your opinions. I would be very grateful. Here, I sincerely say: Thank you all. I hope everyone can be happy, joyful and happy every day. May our great motherland become more prosperous, and may the people's lives become more and more prosperous.

This is my first time writing a book here. Due to my limited writing skills, I would like to ask for your valuable opinions. Say thank you here.

Literature is a dream belief for me, not sowing in spring and reaping in autumn. It doesn't bloom in midsummer and falls in cold autumn, but like four four-leaf clovers, it blooms at the end of the road to happiness.